"Five Years After Disclosure"
This is the intelectual property of Norval L. Cunningham and may not be duplicated in part or whole with out his permission.It took Bruce a few moments to get his bearings. Upon arrival he had lurched, stumbled actually, to the aft railing where he was now gripping it with both hands.
DATES
2013 June 16th, Disclosure
2018 Five Years After Disclosure
Norval awoke to the insistent ring of his cell phone and groggily reached for it. "Hello?"
"This is the Resurrection Center calling you about a Mr. Bruce Zook that is scheduled to be woke up today as you had left a reminder to be notified." a woman's voice said quietly.
"Yes, thank you. What time?" I asked, my mind waking up much quicker now.
"He is scheduled for wake up at 10:30 hours, Olympia WA territory, main facility." responded the woman calling.
I said thank you again and closed the connection. It was just 8:15 and I was in that territory.
It had been about six years since Bruce had died. He had died because of an infection that had started in his knee and spread rapidly to the rest of his body and organs. That was one year before the huge ships had showed up in orbit around earth thus dispelling all disbelief about Aliens and UFOs being real. It was also then that the Bible was vidicated as being the true story about the good and bad Aliens and that the bad Aliens had caused the Bible's story to become religionized to deceive all that they could. It had only been a test of mankind which was a newly created race by the Ancient Ones. With the ones that had lived and died, all down through earths history, now being brought back to life, it was the responsibility of their friends to inform them of what had taken place since they had died. It was stated that "the first would be last and the last would be first." The ones that had died last were the first to be brought back to life and now it was time for Bruce to be woke up.
So much had happened in these five short years. About two thirds had died shortly after the gigantic ships had appeared. They had parked in orbit around earth blotting out most of the stars from view at night and even the sun during the day. Their powerful lights could turn the night into day anywhere on earth. Every type of craft was seen from personal craft to transports that were miles big. Mankind had resisted the Intergalactic Government when they had first showed up and several billions had died. Now they were being brought back to life.
Mornings were still a bit chilly as it was just the beginning of summer here on Puget Sound making the deck of the boat somewhat slippery with the morning's dew. Even though I was now 65 years old, my restored body, of about 24 years of age, enjoyed the coolness of the dew on my bare feet. Waking up and getting out of bed was such a pleasure again. There were no joint pains to make me wince and hesitate to move quickly. A pleasure indeed, I thought, as I headed for the galley to make a cup of coffee.
With coffee cup in hand I headed for the pilot house to check the All Card for predicted weather. A beautiful day with temperatures in the upper 17s C, that's upper 60s F for those that relate to that system, and it was Friday. Smiling at the prospect of seeing Bruce again, thinking that it would be good to take him out on the boat for the incredible learning experience he was about to have, I asked the All Card to schedule me for transport to the Resurrection Center at 10:20 that morning. The confirmation came back in a moment for 10:19 - 10:21 I clicked OK and terminated the link. This should be fun, I thought, as I sipped the coffee watching and listening to the seagulls harrass a young eagle trying to get it to fly somewhere else.
At 10:20 I walked through the door into the Resurrection Center and notified Information of my arrival, whom then gave me what room and floor to head for. Bruce was laying in a hospital bed, just the way he was when he had died six years ago, except that he looked like the picture in my hand when he was just twenty two. Being a couple minutes early, I went over to the window which showed a view of Olympia's Bud Bay harbor. There were few boats in the marina and I could see a couple moored at the public docks. Not nearly as many as there were when Bruce and I had our boats anchored out in the bay.
"Norval? Is that you?" said a strong young man.s voice behind me. I could tell from the tonal inflections in an instant it was Bruce. I turned around and said, "Mr. Bruce". It was a way of greeting he and I had had for years and he automatically responded with "Mr. Norval". Then, what is called the "Oh Shit Moment" came into his eyes, and Bruce stammered out "I, I uh, I thought for sure I was going to die."
"You did." I responded with a slight smile and chuckle.
"I died!?" He stated incredulously.
"Yes, about 6 years ago, it is the year 2016 now, the 6th of June," I quietly told him. "By the way you look as young as that picture of you on the bed there," as I pointed to it. I watched as he reached for the photo I had laid on his bed. He didn't quite get to it before he noticed his hand that was reaching for it. His hand came up to his face and he stared at it and then brought up the other one to look at it. They were young hands, strong, dexterous, with no swollen knuckles and wrinkles.
Bruce was somewhat prepared for what had happened to him because for several years prior to his death we had talked extensively about my research into the Bible / UFO / Alien connection. It was interesting to note just how much he had remembered of those discussions. After he had dressed, I led him down to the Information Desk to pick up his personal All Card. We went to one of the "Doors" and I entered my boat's number and asked for two transports. The response was immediate and I clicked OK on the pad.
"Yer gonna love this, Mr. Bruce", I said as I led him through the Door. An instant later, we were on the back deck of my boat as if we had just stepped through the aft doors.
"Jesus Christ", he exclaimed loudly, "warn a guy, will yah! Where the hell are we? Wait, this is your boat , right?"
"Yes. Welcome aboard Mr. Bruce. Glad you remember The Rock", I replied with a laugh and smile.
Leading the way into the galley, which was just forward of the aft deck, I offered him coffee, beer, or something a bit stronger. He opted for the coffee and I poured us both a liberal shot of whiskey to go with it. We went forward and up to the main salon to sit at the bar with our drinks. I showed him on the chart, embedded in the top of the bar, where we were. It was a small cove just west and north of Deception Pass where I had Rock Island, my boat which I normally just called The Rock, moored at the docks. I had towed them up from Tacoma a couple years prior and anchored them in this beautiful, serene and protected little cove. The property of about 175 acres had been awarded to me for services rendered and the responsibilities I had accepted. It would remain mine in perpetuity, or as long as I wanted to keep it.
What we used to call jobs were now recognized as Responsibilities. One could refuse any responsibility or accept any appointment, or position, along with it's perks and consequences. Any person that failed to accomplish their agreed upon Responsibilities were held accountable for any harm or damages such Responsibilities entailed. It was funny that none of the Resurrected politicians wanted leadership work anymore. The entire hierarchy of the Kingdom, the governing authority of the entire universe, was based upon this simple principle. Responsibility - Accountability. This met with great approval from Bruce as he had really hated the old system and all it's legalities that allowed the real criminals to go free so often.
"So, what happened to my kids, Burt and Clover", Bruce finally asked.
I knew that question would come come up soon and was prepared for it. They had lived through the turmoil after Disclosure Day back on the 16th of June, 2013, which had caused the deaths of two thirds of earth's population worldwide in just a week. This I explained to Bruce and told him that he would see them in a couple hours, but that first he needed some Familiarization. Continuing on, I told him about the kind of world in which we now live and the basic things I thought would interest him.
The Door we went through back in Olympia, which is about 140 km south of here, not only allows you to walk through it to the outside of the building, you can set the destination for anywhere on the planet. It slides open and you just walk through. It's like what was depicted on the old TV series with Richard Dean Anderson, Star Gate SG1, but without the big puddle and whoosh effect. There are other Doors in centralized debarkation areas around the planet that could take you to our moon, a couple of the other planets, a few moons and to other star systems locally. That's basically how we get around now. Some of the Doors are large enough to move things up to about 50 meters. The other main thing he needed to learn about was the All Card. It was pretty much what it sounded like. Cell-like video phone, interstellar internet, capability licenses - which are like our driver's licenses and pilots licenses and so on - are on it. It has your DNA sample and complete ongoing recording of what could be called your soul. All your memories, feelings, thoughts and so on that make you "you". It is also your personal computer, recorder and video recorder with full holographic display capabilities. Just a down right handy device that was virtually indestructible. He had to go back to Olympia Monday morning for complete Familiarization classes, which would last a week, and it was about time for him to go see his kids so I showed him how to make contact with Burt next.
Bruce had finished talking with his son and was standing on the aft deck looking up at the sky.
"Those are a couple of their big ships you mentioned?", he asked pointing at two big round patterned looking moon sized objects. "Holy crap! How big are they?".
"Those two are about the same size, which I think is 400 miles. They are here on business negotiations, the news said. They are mobile office complexes for the most part", I replied with a tone of faked boredom. "You see them come and go all the time."
"What about that big one you talked about, a big Jerusalem, or something? Did it show up?" he asked as we walked back inside to set the Door for his transport to see his son and daughter back in Olympia.
"That it did Mr. Bruce. That it did. You won't miss it as it looks about three times bigger than our moon where it is parked in orbit. The Heavenly New Jerusalem is 1,500 miles big. Remember?" I said, and grinned at him as he entered his transport request.
"I remember far more than you give me credit for. All this just gave me reason to. I'll give you a call later after I bore my kids for a few hours." He gave out a big laugh and stepped through the Door.
Welcome back Mr. Bruce, I smiled thoughtfully to myself, hoping that he remembered the handshake deal we had made several years ago. One that had been, shall we say, ratified several times since then as things happened, leading up to Disclosure Day. I needed another Responsible Person to help with the work I was responsible for. Actually, I needed many, many more.
Since it was Friday and I had taken the morning off to welcome Mr. Bruce back from the dead, I figured my afternoon schedule would be full. It was lunch time at the Resurrection Center when I stepped through the Door into my office, so I headed to the main cafeteria. There were the usual mix of newly awakened people and the Familiarization teachers. After getting some toast with butter and honey I poured myself another coffee and went to the main seating area.
My area of Responsibility was to oversee the more difficult wake ups, the ones that had died in great fear, as some were very upset and completely disorientated when they were woke up. The last memory they had before they died was what we used as the key to helping them to accept their new circumstances when they were resurrected. We would "spool" their last memories and review them as to the circumstances of their death. Ask any undertaker, ain't that a name for a burial job, under - taker, some died with smiles and some with a complete hoary fear of death, their faces a mask of terror. These were the ones I worked with.
I thought, "Card", and focused my mind for the All Card to appear on the table in front of me which it did immediately.
"Appointments for this afternoon." I heard the soft response just like you would hear normally but it was being beamed directly to my auditory nerves.
"Maggot of Lincoln City at 13:20, Room 27.", the soft voice said and continued on,
"Tom Barring of Lincoln City at 13:30, Room 27. Maggot of Lincoln City attending per your request." Simultaneously I received a visual image just like the audio one, by direct nerve beaming, it would kind of overlay what my real eyes could see. This technology is what we used to perceive as visions or vivid dreams and often was used to deceive us in times past. You could see and hear normally what was going on around you yet at the same time you could see images or even watch a movie. Of course if you closed your eyes and wore ear pieces then all you got was the nerve link input. It took a bit of getting used to at first that's for sure.
"You have free time till 7:00 am Monday.", the soft voice finished after it had shown me pictures of Maggot and then Tom. They consisted of side by side shots of what they looked like from my last memories of Tom along side what Maggot now looked like and Tom would look like. I had been there when Maggot had been resurrected some 6 months before.
Tom was one of those that had died in great fear of what he thought was waiting for him upon death. He had fought for every last breath he took as he died. Quite unlike my old friend Floyd who had died just a year before Tom who was now alive and well, and responsible for the cafeteria I was just leaving as a matter of fact. Maggot had been Tom's closest friend when Tom died in Lincoln City and I had been in Olympia at the time I remembered as I headed for Room 27.
Maggot, that's what his friends called him and was his preference, gave me a big grin and a good manly hug as I entered the room. He had been there since Tom had been brought in from processing where you were brought back to life. So Maggot had been there for about a half hour and that told me he was a little anxious. He chatted on as we talked about him building his home out of logs from the trees he was cutting down on the land he watched over. I had seen it once since he'd started and it was a nice sturdy cabin that should last about a hundred years. He had agreed to a 20 year Responsibility for some 200,000 acres of wooded land in Oregon. He was a tree, trout, mushroom and so on kind of farmer, the lands ecologist in training under an alien named Gardel who had been responsible for that area's ecology for the past couple hundred years. We were taken by surprise when Tom suddenly woke up with a loud gasping for breath and sat up in bed.
"I can breathe", he shouted as he stared at Maggot. His face, at first, had shown a wild-eyed fear and then started to smooth out as he looked at Maggot, who had jumped back in surprise. "You look younger and so do you. You're back from Olympia" he blurted out looking at me. For him it was just a couple days since I had left for Olympia from Lincoln City. That was about 1994, some 16 years ago.
That was back when I had just started to realize that there was possibly a connection between UFOs, Aliens or ETs, the Bible and other ancient writings. That was when I also had my first direct contact with an agent of the NSA who identified himself by showing me his credentials. Besides having read and studied the Bible since my twenties, about 25 years, I enjoyed working with my hands and mind. Building and repairing things of all kinds. I had been aware that someone had been tapping my phones for the past few years and especially so since I had moved to Lincoln City from Washington. While I could add a whole lot more from my childhood and military background I won't at this time. Let's just start this story from the time I moved to Olympia to build the boat I now live aboard. That's when I hooked up to the internet for the first time.
"Mr. Norval," Bruce boomed in his loud voice, "thanks for letting me come back so soon. I met with Burt and Clover , they are doing good, seem to be very happy, but after a couple hours they seemed anxious to get back to their lives so they left me on my own. So, it really happened. Wow! You got anything to smoke?"
We went back inside and up to the main salon bar area and sat down. I had figured that he would show up again sooner or later. It was sooner. With a big smile I opened a drawer and took out his old pot pipe he had given me the last time I had visited him in the hospital just before he had died of that infection. Taking out my pipe and a nice big bud the size of my hand we loaded our pipes and lit up. Through a growing haze of smoke we talked about some of the fun times we had together back in Olympia's harbor where we had first met just a couple years before I had moved my boat up to Tacoma.
I had seen Bruce a few times at West Bay Marina where he had bought an old wood boat that was about 63 feet long. It was at West Bay Marina's boatyard I had built the first cast ferro-cement hull segment of my boat and had built a peaked roof tin shack on it. The building of my boat and the difficulties I had is another long story. Bruce also tied up at East Bay Marina and Percival Landing, as did I, a few times. We both ended up at anchor out in the harbor just in front of the Olympia Yacht Club. Our state capitol Yacht Club I will add. That was about February of 1997 in the dead of winter. We both worked in Olympia and so had to use small boats to go back and forth to our big boats we lived on at anchor. Often we would meet at The Java Flow Coffee Shop across the street from the central downtown bus hub. Bruce had introduced me to Frank, the owner at the time, whom after a few stimulating conversations, introduced me to Penny. She was a woman about my age and quite smart. She had just returned from Silicon Valley in California where she had been a technician with computers and diode development. Penny took me under her wing and showed me a great deal about computers and helped me upgrade my new Pentium. She had a 486 and I had the latest Pentium 90 with 8 megs of RAM and a 512 meg hard drive and a CD burner!
My first experience with "going on-line" was at the place she worked. She was manager of a small private mailbox, package shipping, business computer and fax service that her parents owned. It was just two doors down from the Java Flow Coffee Shop and in the same building. There was an access door from the back parking lot that went down a shared hall to the Java Flow, the Piano Tuners and the Mailbox place where the shared bathrooms were. I was sitting with Frank at the Java Flow talking about some lighting changes he wanted to get done in the coffee shop when Penny came in.
"Hey," she said as she came in to get some coffee, "You said you wanted to try the online search stuff and learn about it?" Looking at me and smiling.
"Hell yes", I exclaimed grinning at her.
"Well, I close at 6, so come over after that and I'll show you the basics, then I'll take you to dinner if you don't mind?" she smiled at Frank and me. "I'll buy", she added.
Frank raised an eyebrow at me and grinned at Penny.
"Again, hell yes." I said, "Sounds good to me, so see you in about a half hour."
When she had gone back through the interconnecting hallway Frank asked me what I thought of her so far as he was the one that had introduced us. Penny was really into computers and had set up her family's business computers and had networked them. She was also helping me to upgrade the RAM memory of the computer I had just received back from the police. That's another story that involved the local authorities and the feds. I had been arrested by the local authorities on a pot bust and they had taken my computer. The feds had then stepped in and taken the computer from them as the feds had me under surveillance because of my research into Bible prophesies and comparison studies with modern day prophets. Just how interested in the Bible's prophesies were the feds? I was about to find out.
So, I knocked on the back hall door to Penny's work and she let me in. There were four computers there and we sat down at one of them. She showed me how to connect to the internet over a phone line and took me to Lycos Search, a common search engine and site of the day. What I was looking for was anyone else that was talking about the possibility of a coming prophet like Elijah or John who was called the Baptizer - a prophet, like John, that would show up before the return of Jesus. The Bible was clear on this point even though most religions didn't teach it as John didn't fulfill all the prophesies even though he was the prophet to make ready the people before Jesus showed up. My research showed that there should be another prophet who show up before the return of Jesus. Our first search came up with over 300,000 "hits" or articles. She said to try and narrow down the search by making it more specific so I tried Elijah, Jesus, John and coming. That produced about 12,000 hits. We narrowed it down some more and got about 8,000 hits. We then tried Elijah and third coming. One hit. Just one. Located at the University of California, Berkeley.
Penny clicked on the link and the page opened on what we all now know as a forum, or bulletin board, a discussion by some people of just that topic. The potential of a prophet like John the Baptist coming with the "spirit and power" like Elijah had before the return of Jesus. While she went to the bathroom I read what they had posted. There were about seven basic questions in categories and they were discussing the potential answers that the had Bible supplied. When she returned I asked her to show me how to respond, which she did, so I pecked out some info I had on about four or five questions they had posted. When it asked for a name of poster I used my real name, Norval. She then logged off and we went to dinner.
We didn't see each other for a couple days afterwards as she was busy as was I. While I was having morning coffee a few days later with Frank and Bruce, Penny came in and said that she would have some time that evening after work if I wanted to see if there were any responses to what I had typed. Hell yes I did! That evening I stopped by her work and as she had saved that link to the web site she opened the page and we started to read the responses since I had posted. There were quite a few responses, but mostly they were about who was I, how could I know those things, where was I, how did I get into their bulletin board, where did I learn those answers from. Penny was looking over my shoulder and reading along with me, showing me how to go from thread to thread to read, these people seemed very upset at my having butted in on their bulletin board. They were amazed at my answers but mostly were agreeing with my reference to specific scriptures in the Bible about the coming of another prophet, like Elijah and John, before the return of Jesus.
Then a message window popped up on our screen with these words.
"Are you Norval?" the message read.
Looking at Penny I asked what to do. She showed me how to click on the response area and send a message.
"Yes" I typed back
"My name is Eve. Where are you?" formed the words in the window.
That's when Penny noticed that her hard drives lights on all four computers were lit up solid.
"Oh Shit" She said and shutdown power to all the computers. "Come on. I'm buying dinner and you can explain what just happened."
Up to that time, I had known that my phones were being tapped. There was one meeting with an NSA agent, who had identified himself with credentials, concerning my research on Nostradamus and the Bible. I had given some open public talks at the community center in Lincoln City Oregon. They were about the potential of a prophet showing up before the return of Jesus that had been advertised in the local paper called, "The Elijah Talks". There were two or three talks of this nature I had given and were attended by 40 - 50 people each talk. That's another story about who all attended. There were also surveillance devices found in my home. Many world-wide religions had sent people to record and discuss with me the content of those talks. Most people knew me at that time as Sandy Kelsa, of Lincoln City, Oregon. After I explained to her about why I had assumed a new name and moved to Oregon, you would too if you had just caused a big stink and stir in the hierarchy of a major world-wide religion, she had to agree. She drove me back to the docks and I rowed out to where my boat was anchored.
The following morning I was headed up to the Java Flow for morning coffee with Frank and noticed way too many "suits" in sunglasses and a couple even had ear pieces that I could see. There were about three or four that I knew were not locals. Frank was sitting in the back looking over the service counter out the front windows at "the suits". Getting my coffee and sitting down across from him at the community table, that seated about a dozen, I noticed that there was nobody else in there.
"I don't suppose they have anything to do with you, do they?", he indicated with a nod towards the windows and asked quietly with a sardonic smile, while looking over the top of his glasses. He had some deep feelings about the government types.
As I responded jokingly with a "yah think?", Penny bolted in the back hallway door and shouted to get her some coffee and started telling Frank and I what was going on and why she was there so early. She normally came in about 7 am to get coffee and open up her work place. Her parents had called her at a little after 5 am and told her to get her ass into work pronto and explain what the hell she had done. Her mom had said something about federal agents wanting access to the computers at work and that she had hacked into some government computer. Getting the coffee for her I also printed my real name on a piece of paper and told her to give them that if they asked about me. I knew Penny not to be a hacker and figured this must be about last night at that bulletin board. She left with her coffee, while Frank and I just looked at each other and drank our coffee. There were no other customers coming in and that was very unusual.
It was just under an hour later when Penny came in, still no customers, for more coffee and to tell us what had happened. She looked upset, to say the least. When she had walked into her work her mom, dad, and sister were already there. Men in suits were all over the place and some were at the computers, obviously copying the hard drives. Some started asking her questions and she demanded to see their identification. She persisted in her demands to see some ID and was finally shown FBI, NSA, CIA, and a couple other very important looking credentials, which she had no clue as to who they were. When she asked about the two tall white haired gentlemen standing out by the front entrance, she was told she didn't need to know. When they asked her about me, she just handed them the paper with my name on it and told them I was next door at the coffee shop and they could ask me. They handed the paper around and never said a word.
After they had copied the hard drives, they told her and her family that this was a non-event, it never happened, never to talk to anyone about this and to expect swift retaliation if they ever did. They admitted that we had not hacked into their bulletin board.
That was my first on-line experience, back in about March of 1997. That summer, July and August, I met with a sociology advisor to the Presidential Cabinet aboard my boat, while I was at Percival Landing recharging batteries on two different occasions. Each time I would get a knock on the side of my boat, a man would show me his ID, state that there was a man that wanted to talk to me and that the boat had to be searched for anyone else aboard before we could meet to talk. Both times I could see that there were several big, black vehicles up on the drive above the float's ramps with several men guarding the ramps to the float where the boat was tied up. Both times I agreed to the search and then this man, the same man both times, would come down and board the boat to talk with me. I had to leave the aft door open and remain in sight of the man standing guard on the dock near the boat. This Asian-looking man and I talked for a little over an hour each time. One time he had gotten so excited during the conversation that the soft drink I had given him was sloshed all over the galley deck by his arm waving expressions.
During that summer, at anchor in Budd Inlet, I got to know Bruce very well and we had many experiences and good times together. The boat went from half galvanized steel and half unpainted wood siding to primer white and all wood siding with a good running 75 hp. outboard motor. Being at anchor in winter storms is no fun anywhere. It was the last part of fall and Penny didn't want me to do it again. She called around all over Olympia but couldn't find moorage for a 54 foot houseboat that allowed living aboard. She finally found a possible moorage in Tacoma, which is about 40 miles north and east of Olympia on lower Puget Sound. They required that I show them a recent picture of the boat first. Penny drove me up there to show them the pictures we had taken that morning. I had several pictures of the different stages of building the boat.
We got there later that morning and met with the manager. We talked and I showed him the pictures, one by one, as I was building the boat. It had started as a tin shack, then half metal and unpainted wood and no windows, then finally what she now looked like, all painted and with windows and a covered aft deck. He was totally shocked by the first picture and almost didn't look at the next picture. When he saw what it looked like as of that morning, he said to follow him and took me out to look at where he wanted me to moor the boat. The location was out on what is called the "breakwater", an old concrete section of a floating bridge and I had to take a boat back and forth to shore some 400 feet. I was told that there was water and 30 amp 110 vac power. It was November 5th 1997 at about 9 pm when I pulled Rock-Island into the marina after a two day trip up from Olympia. Because the power outlet was a standard 15 amp household plug, I had to cut the end off my 30 amp power cord and put a 15 amp male end on it. I had to buy 350 feet of water hose to fill my tanks from the other end of the breakwater. But, I had safe moorage out of the storms. Things really started to get interesting after I moved into the marina.
When I asked the manager of the marina about getting a phone line so I could hook up to the internet, I was told that it could be a few months, as there was a waiting list and the marina only had just so many lines. What the hell, I figured, and called the phone company anyway. They told me that I could have my phone installed in three days and made the installation appointment. Since the phone company would only turn on the line at the end of the main dock, I had to install a 300 foot underwater line, then run it down the breakwater some 350 feet to my boat. The manager just gave me a look of disbelief when I told him I had my phone in and was on-line a few days later. He told me not to tell anyone else, as there were people that had been waiting for a phone line for over three months. There were about two dozen boats in the marina with people that lived aboard
Some months later I bought a new computer and wanted to hook up a second phone line for it and that only took three days to get also. There were still about a half dozen people waiting on phone lines at the marina. In the summer of 1998, we got all new phone and cable TV lines installed at the marina docks. Then in the spring of 1999, I get this strange call from the marina manager on my message service telling me about some very odd trucks in the parking lot. These trucks had some of the most sophisticated antenna-looking apparatus I had ever seen and I have been around all kinds of electronic and radio equipment. The licenses on the trucks were DOT registered in Maryland. The manager told me that he had asked what they were doing and they said that they were investigating some kind of electronic interference in the cable TV lines. He then called a guy he knew at the local cable company that had installed all the new cables less than two years before and that ended up with the manager's friend and an official of the cable company coming out and checking with the crews investigating the interference problem. The manager was then told that everything was ok, not to ask any more questions and give them any help or access they needed. This also interested the owners of the marina. It sure interested me, because all of those strange antenna-looking devices were aimed at my boat the manager said on the recorded message he had left me. I still have a copy of that message.
"Mr. Norval", Bruce said, louder this time, he had been calling my name a few times. "Where you at?"
I apologized as I came back to the present. The past had welled up in my memories of how this had all led up to Disclosure Day with the arrival of those huge space ships. I had been telling Bruce, actually reminding him, of some of the odd shit that had happened to me over the years leading up to D-Day. Some of it he had been a part of and had even witnessed a few of these things for himself. The Heavenly New Jerusalem had been tracked by several governments, long before it started to become visible to amateur astronomers all over the world, as it came in past Saturn. Images started to appear on the web first, then some of the fringe odd news reporters got wind of it and by the time it was on the nightly news broadcasts, it was visible to the eye at night and well over halfway to Earth from the orbit of Mars. That's when NASA released their photos of it as it had passed Saturn and the Cassini space probe. Cassini had taken some very clear images of this giant ship. There was no doubt that this was a huge, intelligently made spaceship and it was headed for Earth.
The whole world turned upside down in a day. That is how long it took for the ship to arrive in orbit, all one thousand five hundred miles of it. From the time it first hit the evening news and people could look up and see it as a small star worldwide, it took less than a day to arrive in orbit. Then, with no warning or having been detected, there appeared two nine hundred mile big space ships. They just suddenly appeared in orbit around Earth. That's when the message came across all forms of news broadcasts. In almost every language in the world we had listened to that message and watched on video as thousands of small ships, each about a half mile big, left the 1,500 mile HNJ and headed down into Earth's atmosphere. Nobody was asleep anywhere on the planet. Everybody was awake or being woke up as this took place. We all listened and watched. Everyone. That's when the abductions started. But I wasn't there for that part. When the HNJ had first settled into orbit a couple ships, each about a mile big, had suddenly come out of that huge ship and down through the clouds, with one settling over Commencement Bay at Tacoma and one up by the south end of Vancouver, Canada.
My dear wife, Bobbi, had left the week before to be with her dad back east. He was a tough old farmer kind of guy and very neighborly. He just needed some help around the house for a time. I know damn well what went through Bobbi's mind when her youth was restored to her, "SEX". Yippee! That thought had brought a smile to my face, too. Dad and her had seen the news and were watching as her home was taken aboard the ship, which then sped away. We had talked on the phone when the news had broke about the big ship headed towards earth and she had a good idea of what to expect. We didn't know exactly how this would all play out in the end, but we had a pretty good idea.
The entire boat, my personal docks, the wife's sailboat and even the skiff, along with about a hundred feet of water all around me was slowly lifted up into the air. The dock lines came loose from the breakwater and just laid across the shop dock and float, keeping them alongside the big boat. This was done very slowly and took almost two hours. There was plenty of time for the news copters to get there, along with military craft which chased them away, but the pictures and videos still made the news, with me standing on the deck of Rock-Island waving at them. I decided not to "moon" the cameras, besides it's the thought that counts, I figured. Instead, I filled my pipe and blew clouds of smoke at them.
Gale, my friend and research partner, had called me and told me the same thing was happening at her home. The entire house and yard area was being slowly lifted up towards the big ship hovering above. She told me that her three kids and their friend, Evan, was with her. There had been no disruption of her power, phone, cable or water services. Everything seemed to be working, including the toilet. When I looked off the pilot house deck at my side float, I could see the power cord neatly coiled up and there was a ball shaped glowing orb, about the size of a baseball, plugged into the end of it. The hose I used to fill the water tanks had the same kind of ball on it. We had been on the net posting to each other over Yahoo Messenger when we both had felt, at the same time, a very odd, deep humming vibration, kind of like a mild earthquake. Looking out the windows gave us both quite a start. That's when I posted a "BRB" (Be Right Back) and headed out onto the deck of the pilot house for a better look.
What really shook me up was that I moved about and opened the pilot house door with ease. At 62, the many years I had spent doing boat building and repair had left me with some great aches and pains around the body. Actually, I felt like I did when I was many years younger. But what really blew my mind was when I looked down at my hands gripping the railing. They were a young man's hands and the scars of a couple old deep cuts were gone, too. I had been changed, literally in just a few moments, as in the twinkling of an eye, into a far younger man. Stepping over to a pilot house window I saw my reflection in the glass. I reached up and ran my hands through a full head of hair, I had been bald on top for many years. My hair was still gray, a nice silvery gray, I thought.
Many people in the marina were all out on their boats or the docks watching, as everything was being drawn or lifted up towards the ship above. Several waved and called up to me, as it took about ten minutes just to go the first 15 feet or so. I waved and called back to a few. That's about the time that I noticed that I no longer had dentures in my mouth but real teeth. Somewhat weak kneed, I sat down on the seat in front of the pilot house window, or at least I thought I was, when I landed on my ass on the deck next to it instead. I was really thankful for my youthful body then and started to laugh as I eased myself up onto the seat. That could have really hurt just minutes before. My heart was beating pretty hard and I felt a bit light-headed. The boat had edged sideways towards the marina and now there was water all around with the float and dock being held alongside by the lines. That is when Gale called me on my cell phone.
What really amazed us was that this was one of the possibilities we had discussed many years prior. What we had thought was that it would help us kind of keep our sanity during the part about being taken up to those ships. I suppose it did help, especially after the first meeting with an Alien that looked like a normal man, which I found out later that he was a normal man, and from Earth, too. After the military copters and jets showed up and had chased the news copters away, Gale and I, along with everything, were almost immediately aboard. It happened extremely fast and yet we had felt nothing of the movement. It was a three step slam dunk and we were aboard the ships. It was at the same time that Gale and I heard knocks at our doors and we stayed on the phone as we went to see who, or maybe what kind of beings were knocking at our doors. Gale was at her door and was welcoming in three people, two young looking men and a woman, as I had to go down three flights of stairs and to the back deck. I told Gale I would call her back and closed the phone and slipped it into my pocket as I answered the door.
There stood a young man, about my height and weight, middle eastern-looking and he introduced himself as Paul in normal english, then asked if I would come with him and that we would be meeting Gale, too. I nodded ok and there, on the float next to my boat, opened this door, portal or window, just a shimmering blue outline framed the opening and he beckoned me to follow him through.
"These are transportation Doors and are able to take us anywhere we want. Some are very basic, for area to area movement aboard ship, and some are much more complex and can take you great distances amongst the galaxies," Paul stated as we were stepping down from the boat and through the "Door" into a room that I could see beyond. There were other men and women entering this very large room that had either a huge window or video screen that showed the Earth and moon beyond.
"Welcome aboard the Heavenly New Jerusalem." said Paul and led me forward away from the "Doors" where others were arriving and I saw Gale step through with a man which I guessed was her escort, as I had mine. She and her escort came over and Paul led us all to some seats facing that window view a few feet away. Seated there was Paul, myself, Gale and her escort, Simone. Others were seating themselves to the left and right of us in groups of three to seven, all told it looked like about twenty people. All of them looked human to Gale and me. The view showed that we were orbiting Earth as it was turning slowly and we appeared to be passing over the center of North America. It was the most magnificent sight I had ever seen.
On the left area of what I now know was a video screen, a very large one, some hundred feet by about sixty feet and a couple hundred feet from us, there appeared a man with a simple gold crown on his head. He stood at a podium that came to just above his waist and he began to speak. Later we were told that this same message had gone out over all the broadcast media satellites at the same time we were watching and hearing it. Everyone heard it in their own language, with the most common usage of names and places familiar to each when we all heard that message. It was short, to the point and lasted less than a minute.
Chapter 3
Bruce and I sat at the bar aboard the Rock, enjoying our pipes and whiskey. The sun was setting and we had a great view looking out the large salon windows. It was easy to see that he had many more questions, but the pot had induced a feeling of melancholy.
"So there really are aliens," Bruce had just started to say when Go'ear came walking in from the galley and up the three steps to the bar and salon area and ended up stuttering out the last of his question, "wha, wha, what d, d, do th, they l, l, ook, Holy Shit!", he ended with and stared at his first extraterrestrial.
Go'ear, pronounced "go-ear", looked like what most would call a "gray", only with a slight green tint to the skin tone. His, he preferred the male designation, race were without sex, as his race of beings were actually plant based. They were "grown in dirt". Any extremity, like an arm or leg or finger, could be cloned, grown and grafted back on if greatly damaged or lost in some fashion, as well as with all of his internal organs. He had been one of the ones responsible for watching over me since I was conceived. When I had advertised for a caretaker of my boat and a personal assistant, Go'ear had wanted the responsibilities and was extremely persistent in his endeavors to get selected from the ones that had applied. Within a year, I had to select another dozen or so aliens and humans to handle the affairs I was now responsible for.
Some helped me with personal projects, like building "Stone Island", my new personal boat and some were caretakers of my / "our" properties. It was true that everyone had the opportunity to accomplish and do whatever they wanted, as long as they remained "good neighbors". It also meant that you were responsible for all that you did. The whole society, of the entire universe, governed themselves by that principle. From a simple meek person that only wanted to tend to a garden or fish pond, to one that was responsible for the land and oceans of this paradise we call Earth you could be appointed to be responsible for little, or many great things and it was your choice. There were all kinds of responsibilities, some with great authority and power, that is, if you want to call it that. When people, both alien and human, all sentient intelligent life, can be, and in fact will be, held accountable for their actions, as was now the case, few clamored for those kinds of responsibilities.
Bruce tentatively took the six digit hand offered him in a hand shake. It was one of the very few times I had seen Bruce open mouthed and speechless.
"I was thinking of ling cod for dinner tonight, if one of you would jig one up," Spoke Go'ear in his somewhat monotone tenor voice. He looked back and forth from me to Bruce as he shook Bruce's hand.
"Let's go jig up a cod, Bruce. Go'ear's a pretty good cook with fish and veggies, but don't let him near your steaks," I said. Getting up I led Bruce aft to do some fishing, while Go'ear started fixing dinner in the galley. We rigged up a couple poles and chatted while we got ready to fish.
Bruce had only hit bottom a couple of bounces when he had a fish on. It was a big one too, from the way he was trying to haul it up. Go'ear came out of the galley, got the net ready to get under the fish as Bruce brought it up.
"Jesus! That's a big ling cod", Bruce exclaimed, as he stepped back to let Go'ear net the big fish. Bruce and I both started laughing as we saw that Go'ear was at the far back end of the net pole, just trying to keep the big cod up and balanced over the railing, his feet just touching the deck now and then in his struggles. Bruce just roared with laughter and as he did, so did I. Go'ear just looked back and forth at us smiling, dangling at the end of the pole, as the fish thrashed now and then in the net. Soaking wet, Go'ear weighed about seventy pounds and was just under five feet tall.
"Personally I think Jesus would enjoy some of this fish," Go'ear stated in such a mater of fact tone that it took Bruce by surprise and he quit laughing.
There was plenty of fish there, enough for about a dozen people, I noted as I stepped forward and brought the net over to the cleaning bench and deposited the fish in the bin. I let Go'ear get the jig out of the ling's mouth and he made fast work filleting the fish.
"Well, that was quick, but fun," Bruce said, as we settled ourselves back at the bar, keeping out of the "chef's" way.
There were around two dozen basic kinds of races that I was aware of, so far. Then there were those that had altered their original bodies, genetically, in many ways. Once one has the technology, and means, to do such cloning, and genetic modifications at will, just think of the possibilities. Then there were the Old Ones or "Ancients", as some call them. They were the designers and engineers of humanity. Many beings, from all the major races, took part in our creation. Earth was selected and terraformed into our home world. It still staggers my mind to watch the time lapse history of Earth, as it was manipulated over eons of time, until it was ready for its human habitants. Contrary to what was taught as history just a few years ago, was now known to have taken about forty two thousand years. A "creative day" being some seven thousand years long,six of them, and we had been on the Earth for around six thousand years when Disclosure Day happened. "Mind boggling" is the only way I can describe the very idea of a project of that scale.
By the end of World War One, mankind could comprehend a universe teaming with life and with many other sentient intelligent races. Our advancements in all the sciences, technologies and telescopic space exploration gave us the proof that we were not alone. The top governments of the world had known, along with many of the scientists, and they had gone along with the conspiracy to keep it all a big secret. Shortly after the end of World War Two, many top governments of the world signed agreements with those Aliens here on Earth. From about 1990 onward, the world became connected by the internet. It no longer took a week or more to get a response to a postal letter. It was down to minutes, or even instantly on messenger programs. In 2010, there were scores of websites dedicated to discussing Aliens and UFOs, yet one of the greatest suppressed topics was that of connecting them to the Bible.
The problem was that the governments had been dealing with very bad Aliens, that were actually trapped here on Earth now. There had always been wars and skirmishes between some of these bad Aliens. They had been called gods, and they are pretty well documented in ancient writings, besides the Bible. Sometime around the late 1800's or early 1900's, a great war broke out in our solar system. Gale, who later became my co-investigator, fellow researcher and friend. Back in 2000, she had been asking questions about what is referred to in the Bible as "The Calling". Her many questions eventually led her to read the book as an exopolitical document. This then sparked other topics of questions and eventually led to her question about the signs in the heavens, as wrote in the Bible, that were to be seen. I explained that the heavens talked of in the Bibles would be everything above our heads, our sky, our solar system, the galaxy and whole universe. In the beginning of 2002, at a forum we were running, Gale posted the link to a picture of the surface of a moon called Ganymede, orbiting Jupiter, showing a chain of thirteen craters in a near perfect line, all spaced about rim to rim, and asked, "Thirteen strikes in a row, what are the mathematical odds of that?"
It was at this time that I realized I was looking at proof positive of intelligent life. With a few clicks, I found a couple more images showing other "crater chains", as they are called most often, some with over fifty craters evenly spaced and all in a line. What ARE the mathematical odds of that? Literally, they are astronomical. It hit me like nothing else had in my life. These chains of craters, some just a few miles across or less, and some that were made of craters over fourty miles across and hundreds of miles long. Believe it or not, but I actually remember asking myself, "Why would ET maneuver asteroid strikes to form a sign that obviously indicated intelligence?" There is no way that these chains of craters "just happened by chance", no way in hell. After a couple of days, I made my post tying these craters to weapons of war and the possibility that this could have been evidence of a war in our solar system. We started searching the web for anyone else that had seen these craters and hadcome up with the same conclusions. Zip, nada, none, the biggest fattest zero, nobody was asking any questions about the oddity of these remarkable chains of craters. About that time, our small forum went from about a dozen down to just Gale and me.
We were jolted out of our conversation about the past by Go'ear saying that dinner was ready. We ate at the galley table, with Bruce and I watching Go'ear having to keep getting up to hand fresh cod fish through the Door. He had cooked a few more meals worth of fish and side dishes and had passed them along to those ashore on the property that had wanted it. He also had the rest of the fish gone before we had finished eating and he closed off the "offering" he had made up to the HNJ. Seems it was well received, too.
The society of today entailed an entirely new concept that had turned the world of disposable goods completely around. When you have the capacity to live for as long as you want, even for forever, purchased goods took on a whole new aspect. Longevity.
For example, I'll use the new boat I was building / having built, and it's major componets, as a demonstration of this new concept in our society. I was engineering the boat to last about five hundred years. That meant that everything had to last and not wear out or breakdown during that time span. We all know that "shit happens", but I wasn't about to have to repaint every 3-5 years, or do the bright work every couple of years, or have to get new appliances every ten years. I think you see the idea by now. Since Disclosure Day, we had been given the "gift" of technology that provided us with corrections to our genetic makeup, allowing us to live in youthful vigor and apperance for as long as we wanted. That changed the way we thought about things in a very big way. Every sentient, intelligent life had the choice to live as long as they wanted, provided, and here's the catch, as long as they were good neighbors and responsible for their actions.
There were some very basic codes of acceptable conduct and mankind had always had them, in one form or another, ever since we were created. These basic laws, rules, commandments, or whatever, are also genetically encoded into us. Mankind has few encoded memories or instincts, such as to suckle at a breast, smile, laugh and giggle when happy, to cry when in discomfort of some kind, and so on. But mankind was also encoded with the basics of what is good or bad, right or wrong, acceptable or unacceptable, along with the fear of accountability for one's actions, and we know it as our "conscience". There are those that have lived in the past that did horrible things, yet today they are valued citizens of communities. Unfortunately, there are some that, from their actions, at least, and their personal life recorders, choose not to be good neighbors. The choice is theirs, as are the consequences of their actions. Some sentient, intelligent life forms, including some of mankind, have proven themselves to be unacceptable to live in society and will never be brought back to life ever again. Their personal life recorders and recordings have been revoked and destroyed. End of existence for that conscious awareness. Death. Everyone knew that this was one of the possibilities all along, you just cease to exist and no one had to worry about you messing up their lives, ever again.
Living in perpetual youth brought about many changes in people's lives. A person could still get injured, or even killed, in daily life. You still felt the pain of any injury your body received. Depending on the extent of the injury to your body, you could be healed and back to normal in just a few moments but sometimes it was better to just get resurrected and that took about three days. When it had to do with something that you would be using for hundreds of years, you wanted quality and longevity. It was either that or you had to replace it a few hundreds of times over a span of say a thousand years. Now, think of five thousand years. I think you see my point. Who wants to have to buy a new damn toaster every few years for the rest of your life? Longevity had brought about many changes in our world.
Bruce and I had made our way up to the pilothouse where we were enjoying a hot buttered rum, along with some great smoke I had been saving for just such an occasion. The evening was warm and the sky was clear, giving us a great view of the stars. It didn't take Bruce long before he noticed that there were great areas of stars missing, then he noticed that those great areas of darkness were moving. There were some very large ships in orbit around Earth and from time to time they would turn on some of their exterior lighting, which provided quite the display. These larger ships were hundreds of miles big and often there were a dozen or more near Earth. They had, at times, turned night into day with their lights and sometimes blotted out the sun, turning day into night. It was a very impressive sight to see. They were here on business of one kind or another, very big business obviously, because this is where the Heavenly New Jerusalem was, with the King of the Universe aboard.
There were some great perks that came along with the responsibilities of my appointment to the work I was now doing. One of them was the "upgrades" that Rock Island had received. These upgrades provided Rock with some pretty fancy force field shields that enclosed the boat in a bubble, about a hundred feet across. The propulsion systems were now capable of moving the boat through the water like a normal boat. Then things could get way more interesting, because now Rock could also "fly". Mr. Bruce was about to get the greatest surprise of his new life.
"Want to take a ride?", I asked Bruce, with a "cat that ate the bird" look on my face.
He gave a long, drawn out OK and asked if he needed to strap in, with a loud laugh. Rock Island was now fully capable of voice command and followed my instructions to release moorings and get underway, heading southwest at seven knots, which would take us out into Rosario Strait. Mr. Bruce liked that aspect of the new systems aboard. I asked the All Card (AC) to contact Mark and see if he was at home. He was and I asked him if he had an hour or so to take a ride with Bruce and I on the Rock. Mark, I and Bruce had shared some good adventures together in times past. Mark agreed and I said we would be there in ten minutes, and the party was on.
"Rock, take us to Mark's in Oregon, with a slow departure and arrival course." I commanded the boat.
"Proceeding to Mark's home via slow departure and arrival. Time will take ten minutes," responded Rock's moderately deep voice.
Mr. Bruce was going to love this, I thought, as Rock angled up out of the water, slowly gaining altitude, heading south. He bolted up out of his deck lounge and went to the railing just as the slight shimmer of the shields came on, forming a bubble of peace and quiet inside. Bruce just watched in utter amazement, looking over the railing, as we ever so slowly gained altitude. There were far fewer lights causing light pollution at night and the setting moon was glistening off the waters of Puget sound. We soared up even higher and headed south down the Sound and to Oregon.
It took us about four minutes to gain altitude and then sped south for about two minutes then Rock slowly descended towards Mark's house, about 200 miles south of where we started. The last time Mark had seen Bruce was at one of the parties I had aboard the boat, about eight years ago for Mark, two years ago for Bruce. There were too many vehicles in Mark's parking lot and his boat was still on the side of his house, so I just had Rock hover and told Mark to come aboard by the Door. As he and Bruce got reacquainted, I instructed Rock on the course and destination I wanted next.
Reflecting back on the events from 2000 up until Disclosure Day brings up several very odd incidents in my life that indicated to me, and others, that I was under surveilance, being watched and tailed, everywhere I went.
The Story of Honk and his mate. 1999 - 2001?
Honk, as we all called him, was apparently the A male of a flock of Canadian geese, commonly known as Canadian Honkers, that had taken up residence here at the marina. He was a very big goose, one of the biggest anyone had seen and had one distinct mark on him so he could easily be identified. There was a dark brown spot, about the size of a quarter, on his breast that could be seen while he was flying, walking or swimming on the water. From time to time, as I was eating my meals, I would toss a bit of bread to the geese that frequently paddled by the boat. I never really fed them and it was not very often that I would toss them the crumbs of a meal. If you have ever had a bunch of geese around your place, it can become very foul with their goose poop quickly. So the idea is to not get them too close or too friendly or you will have a mess to clean up every day.
He and his mate had a yearly nest up in the very front top deck of an old Navy tug that was a part of the breakwater here at the marina. At the time, I was doing a lot of work on the outside of my boat and building a concrete dock alongside. This goose, Honk, started to take an interest in what we were doing around the boat and dock. Geese are curious birds by nature, but this goes way beyond that, as you will read. If I was working outside, he, and often his mate, would fly in and land nearby and just watch whatever I was doing. Often he would get so close that I would shoo him away, as he could have gotten hurt by what I was doing. Once, he was so interested in what I was doing that he got in the way of my drilling a hole and when I slipped with the drill, it almost skewered his head. Just to save alot of typing and words, let me make a list of the oddities about Honk.
1. He, and sometimes his mate, walked all through my boat on several occasions. They never once pooped in or on the boat. He went in all rooms and up and down the stairs. That's three levels forward, and two in the back.
2. Often he would follow me, as I drove about the Tacoma area visiting friends. Many friends commented about this oddity.
3. If I went out-of-state visiting, he would see me off by flying past the train station as I was boarding.
4. He would hang out at the marina until the day of my return and then fly across the harbor to meet the train I was on as it was coming into the station. Sometimes, I didn't know what day I would return on, but he did?!?!
5. Often he and his mate would stand in the smoke from my wood heater on the back deck, looking in the rear pilot house window watching me work at my research on the computers, the smoke just a billowing around them, sneezing, coughing? all teary eyed, just standing there in the smoke and watching me on the computers, for hours at a time. Go figure?!?!?
6. He, or his mate, ever hissed at me. Never.
7. Often he and his entire flock (50?) would be around the boat, like they were guarding it. Sometimes while I was aboard, and often when I was gone.
This went on for about two years, give or take. Then one day, I had had enough of this strange oddity of this goose and his mate. Many people had started to notice this and commented to me about it. So one afternoon when I went outside to get firewood, Honk's mate flew down from the tug and landed nearby. Honk was still up on the tug and just watching from there. I sat down and looked at Mrs. Honk and said, " I don't know who or what you are or how this is being done, but it is not normal and has attracted alot of attention to me. Stop this and go away. Do not come around me anymore." Well, I didn't see them for a few days and then got a call from the manager to come into the office one morning. He took me out on the dock and on one of the logs, that keep driftwood out from under the ramp and first parts of the floating docks, was the body of a large goose. The head was cut off cleanly and there was a quarter sized brown spot on it's breast. It was laying across the log breast up. That's the end of the Honk story.
"Don't Lose Your Tail"
Shortly after the Honk experience happened there was this incident with the Oregon State Patrol, as I just happened to be traveling back and forth to Oregon often, from Tacoma for a few years. Sometimes I would drive and other times I would take the train and have my friend meet me, then drive out to the coast in her little truck.
One of the times I had been posting with "Nancy", (name changed), just before leaving to catch the train, and we were undecided just where to meet, Salem or Eugene. We had decided on Eugene but, at the last moment, I sent a quick post to her on ICQ, "Salem" and got an "OK" back. I guess the last post was missed by someone, because of what happened over the next few days. All I had with me as I boarded the train was a small tote backpack and I took my assigned seat and slid the backpack under the seat.
Often I played a game with myself, where I would try to spot the tail without them knowing I had spotted them. It was just a fun thing to do, as I was well aware that I was being followed. Once, while I was driving down to Coos Bay, I stopped to use the bathroom and get some coffee. My tails didn't know if I was just taking a leak or what, so they stayed in their car. When I came out, I got my coffee and two extras which I took over to their car and asked if they wanted coffee. They smiled sheepishly and thanked me, asking for time to use the bathroom also. Very seldom did these tails and I ever have any contact.
As the train pulled into the Salem station, I noticed the guy that I figured out as my onboard tail, get up and leave. While I figured he was following me off the train, he had gone to the bathroom instead. The train stopped and I calmly got my pack and turned and stepped off the train. In less than six steps I was in Nancy's truck, no more than thirty seconds later we were out of sight and around the corner headed for Lincoln City. When we got to town, the motel I usually stayed at was full, so we headed for another and ended up with the little truck parked between a big dumpster and a twelve foot high rock retaining wall that was our unit's parking spot. We didn't hide the truck intentionally.
We checked out in the morning and went shopping at the big mall, spending most of the day there. On the way out of town that evening, we stopped by another friend's home and were told that our mutual Oregon State Patrol friend had been there looking for me. Our friends told us he said there was nothing wrong, but they were looking for me. After an hour or so, Nancy and I headed down the road to her place in Coos Bay, about a four hour drive. When we went into the switch back at Florence, I noticed a State Patrol car up ahead. We had just been passed by a log truck doing 70, and a couple cars following him doing 70, while we were doing just over 60. It was pouring down rain that night when we passed the patrol car. Immediately their lights came on and we pulled right over. They never had to hit their siren. It was just about 11:00 pm and a three stripe sergeant came up to Nancy's window, she was driving, and a Captain came up to mine on the passenger's side.
The Captain indicated for me to roll my window down and then asked me if I was Norval Cunningham, at which I said, "Yes". He then asked me if I was all right. I just kind of stared at him for a moment and then responded that I was fine, all was well and that I had gotten off the train in Salem and was now headed for her home in Coos Bay. He thanked me and went back to the patrol car, where I could see he was on the radio. Nancy was given a $70.00 ticket for speeding and we were free to go. When Nancy drove over to Salem for the court date on that ticket, she was met in the hall by a clerk who told her that she wasn't supposed to get a ticket and that it would not be on her record, the charge was dropped. Moral of the story: Don't lose your tail!
NOTE these Facts.
Oregon State Patrol, unless the officer has a trainee or evaluator with them, are always alone.
For a Captain and a sergeant to be in a patrol car together, on a very rainy cold night, in the most likely place to spot the truck, was very odd. Weeks later I was told by my OSP friend that they had called out all available OSP officers in the central coastal area to find me.
Mark and Bruce had gone to refill our hot buttered rums at the bar and were returning to the pilothouse, with Go'ear leading the way. Rock was headed upwards at a steady slow pace, doing about 100 knots.
"Where to now?" asked Bruce "How high will she go?"
Rock Island was now capable of travelling, roughly, thousands of times the speed of light, with the new systems and shields aboard. The systems were energized to be able to provide sustanance for a couple dozen people, as well as the sheilds and propulsion systems, for about a hundred years, if necessary. Bruce had always been curious about the doublet star called Mizar, seen in the handle of the Big Dipper, as he swore he saw a UFO come from there. Mizar was just a little over 78 light years away, still well within my allowed travel boundaries of 100 ly distance. I could travel anywhere within that radius of Earth but, to travel farther, I had to be with someone that had the proper clearance. It was like having an endorsment on your driver's license for different kinds of vehicles, it indicated your level of awareness concerning the types of environments and Aliens you may encounter. There were some strange things going out there.
The astronauts are correct, there is no sight that compares with seeing the Earth from space, the beauty of it. Mark had been with me on a few trips around our solar system, since he was responsible for some new communications systems that mankind was adapting to, and had to travel frequently because of that work. As we cleared the Earth's atmosphere, Rock accelerated quickly away from the earth in an arc and headed for the Big Dipper and Mizar. Bruce recognized the constellation and smiled big time, as we streaked toward the star he was so curious about. We would be in the Mizar system in just under an hour. While we were leaving Earth our path took us right past the HNJ, the fifteen hundred mile big ship of the King of the Universe. We all stared with incredulity at the giant ship and the beauty of it.
While Mark and Bruce talked about some good old times, with Go'ear filling in a few parts that only he would have known about, it gave me time to reflect on other things that had happened leading up to Disclosure Day and the big ships showing up. There had been many odd events that happened around me from about 1992 onward, that led me, and many other people I knew, to believe I was being watched. In fact, I was being watched, listened to and taken seriously by many in high places of government and religions.
Here are just a few of the more interesting facts of my past.
I was told by a person, that had access to the information on how much it cost to have me under surveillance for a year, but never told me whom, probably a clandestine, black operations unit. (1992-?)
My home had been bugged by audio / video surveillance equipment in the smoke alarm, identified by a local friend that worked as a technician for an electronics repair place in town. It was also discovered that what had burned a line through the frilly curtain of a back window, across the table top radio, some plastic scissor handles and pens in a jar, then left a slight burn line on the wall, was another type of listening device. The alignment, sighting backward along the burned items, pointed directly to a second floor, partially opened window, of a beach house about 150 feet away. I was told, months later by an NSA agent, that it was a long range laser listening device that should not have been used at such close range. (1992-?)
As you can see, I truly was under surveillance from at least 1992 onward. My first open contact was with an NSA agent of an O-3 rank. During our discussion, of which he questioned me about my research of any similarities between Nostradamas and the Bible, he apologized for the video and laser surveillance incidents. The smoke detector had had a clear line of sight of my bed from it's location in the living room. I was very indignant, to say the least. From that day onward, I was agreeable to sound recording surveillance only, along with the GPS tracker in the vehicles and cell phones. No more video from within my homes. There is a very good reason for this agreement, they know why, and so do I.
This was about the time I started the research into 666 verses the 616 reading in Revelations, check your Bible's foot notes, the so-called "Mark of the Beast". Another area of research I was starting to delve into was the possibility of the coming of another messenger, before the return of Jesus, like John the Baptist. As you have read the part about me going on line for the first time, the accidental intrusion into a top secret government think tank about another Elijah like prophet showing up, which sparked the meetings with a top level government advisor. This obviously wasn't paranoia. The results of our findings, there were about a dozen people that had helped with that research, indicated that 616 had the highest probability of being the correct number. Our research on an Elijah-like prophet showing up before the return of Jesus, was also given the highest probability of coming true. The Elijah talks I had given, about such an event being highly probable, had attracted the attention of all the major Christian religions of the world and governments.
Now that I knew there were some high stakes players looking intently at the same things I was, ((what were the odds)), it also became apparent that all the top players knew, and accepted the validity of what the Bible, The Document, as I liked to call it, presented for the future of mankind. I am quite sure now, that the governments of many nations, and their puppet masters above them, also knew. As the Document states, the whole world, and all it's governments and controlling authorities, are in the hands of the wicked ones, until the return of Jesus. The deep research I, and many others, have done, that goes way beyond the constant bickering of hell/heaven, Big God/little god, have apparently solved some of the biggest mysteries, so called, of the Bible. Religions are one of the main control aspects of this information, ask anyone that has questioned the doctrines and dogma of religions.
What I brought to the table was an independent confirmation of the expectancy of a messenger, either already here, or should soon be expected to show up, to be of the highest probability. What had upset the think tank, I had answered several of their questions concerning that messenger's arrival, citing some of the Bible passages that said what could be looked for to identify this prophet. This messenger would be from the far northern lands, would not speak their language, would be able to explain the rest of the so-called mysteries of the Bible and to provide evidence of what to expect with the arrival of The King of the Universe, the return of the one history called Jesus, who had ascended into the heavens. It was at that same time I started to make the possible connection of Aliens and UFOs. Just a few years later, Gale and I made the connection with the crater chains seen in our solar system, as weapons of war, between good and bad Aliens, in our solar system and very recently. That information caused a stir in very high places all over the world, many scientists and theologians, security operations of many countries and political leaders became aware of the potential of such actual physical evidence.
The theory that Gale and I developed confirmed many other things about the Bible's role in understanding what all this paranormal, ufo, alien, ghost, miracle, spiritual and religious mumbo jumbo was all about, the greatest fact being, these other beings were as physical as we were. It was also known that no one would be able to comprehend the final mysteries of the Bible until just before, what is called, the end, or last days. Our advancement in all the sciences, technologies, knowledge of just how big this universe is, all of this now allowed us to comprehend the potential of other sentient, intelligent life being highly probable. Besides the evidence of recent war in our solar system, there are also many photographs that seem to indicate resource harvesting, or mining operations, in several places around our solar system.
Amongst the S.E.T.I. researchers and investigators, there are many that state: "When we reach the technological stage to understand the potential for star travel, disclosure of the Alien and UFO presence becomes highly probable." Until we reached this level of science and technology, we would not be able to understand the Bible's simple message, completed over two thousand years ago and spread all over the world. The icing on the cake was when Gale pointed out a passage in a book of the Bible, commonly called 2nd Esdras of the so called Apocrypha. There were questions asked by an "angel" that, if answered, even one, we would be able to understand the ways of the most high God.
We would be able to begin to comprehend "them":
When we could weigh or measure fire or other energies;
When we could measure a blast of wind;
When we could draw a picture of a voice; and
When we could call back a day gone by; . . .
All of which we, that live in developed parts of the world, and take for granted on a daily basis, can answer. We measure the fire, or heat, in our homes in measurements of BTUs. Our weather technology gives us not only the wind speed and gusts, but also many other factors. Since recording devices we have known how sound waves operate and can display them in many ways. We have recorded history, days gone by, and can replay the audio and video. Would you like that on VHS or Blue Ray DVD? Yes, mankind was as ready as it was ever going to be for open contact with Aliens. There were other aspects of this Bible-based message that could now be understood, or comprehended, and had the full attention of the powers that be, here on Earth.
Why would the United States government be so interested in the Bible research about 616 that had been done? When it came to writings about 666, there was no end to them, they were just as prolific as pornography. So why is it that there were no writings about what 616 could possibly represent? Everyone was writing about 666, but no one was writing about 616. I found that very odd, as did the other researchers that helped me figure out what the highest probability of both 666 and 616 could be in fulfillment. One of the researchers was a local librarian, we didn't have the web yet, and she did most of the research that involved books that could not leave the library. She came up with using the standard of the day, two thousand years ago, Greek Roman Numerals. Greek was the very language used in the writing of Revelations. Everyone can see the Roman Numerals just by looking at photos of the manuscripts.
The majority of Bible researchers know that there are certain known meanings attached to words in Bible prophesy that explain what the Bible is talking about. Beasts, for example, most often represent governing authorities, as also are mountains. It is not the number of the beast that is the mark the people have, it is the location of the beast, or governing authority, at the time of the end. The Mark is what the beast uses to control the people. The most powerful nation on Earth today is, easily, the United States and it's seat of power is Washington "DC". The Roman Numerals for 666 and 616 both start with 600, or DC. D = 500 and C = 100, so the Roman Numerals would look like this, 666 would be DCLXVI, while 616 would be DCXVI. DC works for both and points to the location of the most powerful nation on Earth today and its Mark is known by everyone in the whole world, democracy. But it hits even closer to the seat of that great power, as the address of the White House was 16 Pennsylvania Ave. and now is 1600, the shoe seems to fit quite well.
That explains the interest in that part of my research by the US government, especially the National Security Agency. But the real nut buster was the evidence of recent war in our solar system. That explained so many things and gave so many answers about the UFO/Alien evidence, sightings, abductions and recoveries of crashed small craft. The biggest problem had been with the IAC (Information Acquisition and Control) agents all over the web and what I refer to as the Web Information Wars-level upon level of deceptions, lies and misdirection. Gale and I got killed, hell, we got slaughtered. For a couple of years I showed those photos of crater chains to friends, acquaintances, war buddies and some professionals in mathematical probabilities, explosives and bomb damage assessment, they all said the same thing. That is impossible to have just happened by chance.
Gale had been e-mailing NASA about who to talk to about our theory that these crater chains were weapons strikes, and sent our findings to NASA at the request of a "Dr. Z", who was high up at NASA at the time. She then faxed them, because he said the Document files she was trying to email to him had a virus . She had just faxed the documents when she got another email telling her not to fax them. Too late. From early 2002, until November Gale and I developed our theory and discussed it only amongst ourselves, we had searched the web for any other theories or discussion about these crater chains for months. None of the conspiracy sites were onto this, none of the religious "signs in the heavens" sites had it. We drew a blank on anything besides the specious theory that a rubble pile comet broke up and landed with such precision. Even the scientists who wrote those papers had a sentence or paragraph that stated this was highly improbable to have happened by chance. Those photos of crater chains appeared in the National Geographic and were on the Astronomy Picture Of the Day (APOD) one month after APOD opened on the web back in 1995. Someone had known what Gale and I had discovered and long before we found out later.
After Gale had faxed our theory that these crater chains were signs of Aliens and war to Dr. Z we didn't hear anything for about a month. It was in the middle of Christmas break that we received a request to apply for funding of our research from NASA, by submitting our theory. We had less than two weeks to develop a preliminary request for funding and submit our findings. In a few weeks, we were sent the outline of what we were to submit and told we had been selected for full review for funding. Once we had sent off our full disclosure and findings to date, it was about a month later when we got a phone call and then the letter, a few days later, saying that we were turned down for funding. As there were no stipulations concerning disclosure of this theory to anyone else, Gale and I opted to see what others though of our research findings. Gale sent out over three hundred letters, faxes and e-mails to everyone we thought might be interested in such a theory. We didn't get one response back. Not one. That, too, was impossible.
Some speak of paranoia, but there obviously was a very deep conspiracy to keep this theory of crater chains being signs of Alien war in our solar system, far from people's thoughts. Yes, we were both under surveillance, our phones and computers bugged and I had noticed tightened surveillance on me. The owner, and his manager, of the marina were both aware that I was under some kind of great stress for the past few months and both knew that I was being watched. They also knew that I was a deep Bible researcher. Then, one day, I took a copy of the theory that had been requested by NASA up to the marina office and showed it to them. Both the owner and manager, who was a retired cop, looked at the pictures of the crater chains and read our theory. They were dumbfounded and both agreed that these crater chains were impossible to have happened by chance. It was a relief to tell someone else and see the same "OH SHIT" look on their faces, as I had on mine the first time I saw them. I have seen war veterans turn white and speechless after seeing photos of these crater chains. Think of what the folks at the Department of Defense thought when they first saw those pictures of crater chains, as they were transmitted back to Earth. They made the ones on our moon pale in comparison.
Some of the Concise and Systematic Crater Chains, or CSCCs, on our moon can be seen with a good backyard telescope by amateur astronomers on Earth. That told us that anyone with a military viewpoint, seeing these CSCCs on our moon, would have made the same connection as Gale and I had done. They would have been able to relate these in-line pattern of craters to machine gun-like strikes, only these CSCCs were made by extremely BIG weapons, and there was no way mankind could have made them. These chains of craters, some of which were made up of craters that were tens of miles across and hundreds of miles long, would have caused military-minded ones to beshit their britches. At the very least, this would represent intelligent Alien actions in our solar system. Were they just tossing down asteroids to say, "Hello, you are not alone." This pattern of CSCCs far exceeds any requirement for a "signal" to be recognized by S.E.T.I., that's "Stupid Ear Towards Infinity". They should have used their eyes, not their ears. From day one, Gale and I, wondered why nobody else was discussing these CSCCs as odd, anywhere on the net.
Rock Island steadily cruised towards Mizar, while we all sat around the upper pilothouse deck enjoying some great marijuana that a good friend had sent me from Arizona, and he had even included some of the "hash" from his botanical endeavors. Our glasses contained a great, full bodied wine, made by Bobbi, my dear wife, a couple years ago, from grapes right out of our own garden. Bruce was smiling at me and in a soft, humbled tone, he said, "Wow. Thank you."
In turn, I smiled back, then looked at the heavens around us, then at the first planet in the solar system of Mizar as we sped past it, then spread my hands to the heavens and said, "Indeed, Thank YOU."
Chapter Four
About Forums, Bulletin Boards, Chat Rooms and Agents.
When Gale and I started to post in forums about these CSCCs, asking what other people thought, it brought forth some very interesting responses from posters. Over the span of a few years, we discovered some patterns to the poster's responses. These patterns portrayed intent and determination to stop any real discussion of this one fact, that these chains of craters resembled weapons strikes, more than anything else on Earth, in the history of mankind. In reality, there were many "information wars" going on all over the net at that time. Sometime around 2004, Gale and I had determined that there were "special topics" that were being attacked, primarily UFO/Alien, Odd Archeology, Paranormal Encounters, Truth in the Bible and Ancient Writings, Space Agency Cover Ups and so on. These types of discussions, by ones that wanted to really find the truth and answers, were attacked with tactics that became quite standard and easily identifiable. STDD, or Same Tactics, Different Day, became our motto. We were then able to counter these tactics successfully, to the point that we had to be banned almost immediately to stop the questionings we started amongst the members.
The Agents in these Information Wars attacked from two distinct directions, agents of mankind that were human and those of other Alien races. Accepting the Bible's information about a war in the heavens, that would take place in the last days just before the King of the Universe comes back to Earth, states the losers of that war would be thrown down to Earth. With the evidence of devastation we see all around our solar system, it becomes apparent that some were losers, got their asses kicked big time, then thrown down to Earth. Remember all those "small" Alien craft the governments had supposedly retrieved? Sounds more like survival and emergency landing craft to me, at least, and it fits most of the accepted facts. That means there are Aliens here on Earth, the losers of that recent Alien war in our solar system. So, besides those of mankind that wanted to keep this all a big secret, there would be Aliens wanting to deceive mankind about who they really were and why they were here on Earth. The Document we call the Bible, clearly states the attitude, towards mankind, of these Aliens now trapped here on Earth. They are the ones that questioned the very creation of humans as a new race of sentient, intelligent beings in this universe. These Aliens amongst us, the fallen angels of ancient writings, had a very bad attitude towards mankind because some of us were destined to judge them.
Here we have two distinct factions of ones trying to keep control of the information, evidence and facts, that there are Aliens on Earth. Of course these Aliens, here on Earth now, that got their asses kicked and thrown out of the heavens, didn't want anyone to know who they really were. Naturally, they pulled off the oldest tricks in the book, lies and deceptions, to try and keep mankind from discovering the truth of who they were. These defeated Alien losers had their tactics, as did the human agents in the forums, and we could relatively, and easily identify many of them. The problem was that by then, it was too late to do anything more than watch the rest of the story unfold and read the forums now and then, and post here and there.
The testing of mankind, a newly created race of sentient, intelligent life forms, was about finished. We were at the beginning of the final thousand years that would see the selection of billions, from all of mankind that had lived, died and been resurrected, to go out amongst the stars and galaxies. Yes, selected, just like the first 144,000 had been selected and transported up to the ships that had come down from the HNJ to get them. That was while Gale and I were aboard the HNJ, and right after the first message had been delivered. All over the world, people were being lifted into the air and taken aboard the Alien ships, then whisked up to the HNJ. There were some that tried to interfere with these men and women being taken up, but their attempts were useless.
After Gale and I had attended the meeting, our escorts had directed us to follow them through the Doors again. We ended up up walking into a huge auditorium that was rapidly filling with new arrivals. Our escorts led us to a seating area, and as we were being seated, I noticed that everyone was wearing a white tunic of sorts. Gale and I were still in our regular everyday clothes and stood out quite noticeably. It wasn't long before the huge room was filled with people and you could hear a low murmuring of whispers. In the center of the room was a stage-like platform with a podium on it. The room was the size of a pro football stadium, with the stage being able to broadcast in perfect 3D, at ten times the normal size, what was taking place on stage. The audio was somehow beamed directly to your auditory nerve.
A hush fell over the room as the lights dimmed slightly and the man that had given the earlier message stepped onto the stage. Two others stepped onto the stage and joined the man. They were not human, exactly, and looked rather tall compared to the man when they were standing next to each other. Everyone had heard the first message and knew who the speaker was. He introduced the beings standing next to him as angels, Arch Angels, to be exact. We were told they were the captains of the two nine hundred mile big, ships in orbit around Earth. Everyone that was dressed in the white tunics, that left Gale and I out, along with a few dozen others we could see, were seated in groups of two to six people. We were then told that each group would shortly be joined by another kind of angel. Again, there was murmuring and some exclamations as two more beings came out onto the stage and joined the two Arch Angels and the speaker. They were a bit shorter than the man and Arch Angels, standing about four foot, nine inches, one being a bit taller than the other. They wore white tunics with a slender gold sash at the waist and looked like what we used to call "the Grays".
The man on stage concluded his presentation by instructing us to welcome our Ship's Masters, as they joined each group of Selected Ones and their escorts. Ship's Masters?, I thought, as ours joined us. Go'ear was his name, he said as he joined Paul, me, Gale and her escort. We were told that we each now had ships assigned to us, both Gale and I, but that for this trip we would be aboard my ship. Gale and I looked at each other, then at Go'ear, then at his hands. There were five fingers and a thumb on each hand. We both remembered the Roswell tape that showed the panels with the hand shaped insets, each had had six digits to fit, and exclaimed together, "The Roswell Control Panels!". Our escorts told us that we were to go with Go'ear aboard our assigned ship, where we would be briefed on what we were to do.
"That wasn't my ship", Go'ear stated. "I have never crashed a ship! Now, please follow me." With that he turned and headed for the Doors, Gale and I followed. We stepped onto what seemed to look like a control bridge, right out of Star Trek. There were six stations, plus a main captain's chair with an exact match next to it. All stations were manned by beings very similar to Go'ear, some tinted green like Go'ear, some more with a gray tinge. All wore the white tunics, but had different width and colored sashes about their waists. Go'ear indicated the captain's seats and asked Gale and I to be seated. As anyone could imagine, if this were happening to them, we were quite speechless by these events so far. We were just going along with all that was happening. Now I felt that it was time to ask some questions, but which ones first?
Many have dreamed, as I have, of being on a space ship. I learned to use boats, and even fly, when I was very young, which helped prepare me for this experience. Go'ear told us we had about an hour before we would enter Earths atmosphere over Olympia's harbor, then turned and instructed one of the crew to have the surround view screen, this covered an area above the stations about six feet high and was continuous around the entire circumference of the control deck, to show an outside view. Each of the stations had three screens, just below the main upper surround screen, with helm and sensors stations in front of the main captain's chairs. Go'ear seated himself at the helm, as he was explaining the various stations functions set up for this trip. Each station could be set up to monitor and control any of the ship's functions, or many of them at one time. Go'ear used the main forward screen section to show Gale and I many of the basic ships functions and capabilities, along with the layout. This ship was big, very big, compared to anything I had piloted before, just over five hundred feet across, a big round ball that shimmered in many colors when visible and seen from outside. We were in a room near the center. This ship was of a class that was called "6th Level Capable", and there were ships down to the 12th Level, as well as up to 1st Level. The size didn't matter, as it was the power that the ship's systems generated. Against this ship, Earth's most dangerous weapons wouldn't even register in this classification. I just blinked as Go'ear told us that this ship could pass through our sun, easily. That was impressive. The HNJ was Level 1 and the two battle cruisers were Level 2. That was really impressive.
The world's governments had been instructed to be ready to receive back the ones that were Selected, those that had been taken up in the ships. They would now act as Ambassadors and represent the Kingdom of the Universe at the request of, and authority of, the King. It was to be daily lives conducted as usual, if at all possible, while the Ambassadors were briefed and returned to governmental centers around the world. From the time we had left until we were scheduled to return to Earth, it would take less than 3 hours. Gale called her kids to let them in on some of the happenings, they said that they were watching us all the time on their video screens, so they were up to date and thought it was all pretty cool so far. Gale had a view of her living room, where everyone was watching her on their view screens, on one of her personal screens that hovered just in front of her. There was a tactile keyboard and screen with our normal mouse control that responded to her movements or verbal requests. Now THAT was COOL.
There was a two-fold message the Ambassadors would deliver upon their arrival all over Earth. Discussions were conducted to help everyone learn of the Aliens hiding amongst us, here on Earth. There was an energy field emitter that caused any Alien nearby to glow in an energy field. It was capable of detecting them in many ways, even their thoughts, memories and emotions. That was when the shit hit the fan. Each of these meetings with world leaders, local governments and other authorities, were to be held in open assembly areas, like stadiums. When the Aliens were exposed amongst those at the meetings, all hell broke out. Even though they were given the opportunity to accept their fate of imprisonment, most of the bad Aliens attempted to flee to their underground bases to avoid capture. That was just fine, as those served as good prisons, also. Many world leaders, the wealthy, industrialists and religious ones of mankind, went with some of those bad Aliens into the underground bases when the big ships first entered orbit around Earth, before the meetings ever started. They knew who was here, and what was about to happen.
The ships of the Ambassadors were all about 500 feet in diameter, like a ball in shape, changing colors and glowing brightly, just like the one we were on. Some of the Ambassador's ships were fired upon when they first arrived. When the ships started down from orbit, a message had been transmitted to all communications systems worldwide. "We will not initiate any hostile action. Any hostile action against the Ambassador's ships will be returned upon the initiating sender. We will not fire in response." Not one shot was fired, from the weaposn on the ships, in response to the hostile actions aimed at some of the ships. There were a few, somewhat personal, messages that were being delivered to some of the nations and peoples by their Ambassadors that the rest of the Earth would find out about later. The special messages to Israel and Vatican City were quite interesting, in their own ways, as was the one to the most powerful nation on Earth at the time, the United States of America.
It was to have been "business and daily lives as usual", but it didn't turn out that way. In a matter of just a few days, the bad Aliens had been located and transported to holding prisons that F.E.M.A. had been building, as had other nations. Those that escaped underground numbered in the many millions and are now imprisoned there for the next thousand years. As for the ones that lived through those days that accepted the message, and help, offered by the Ambassadors, mankind now numbered about one third of what the population had been. An estimated one-third lay dead around the planet. Everyone that lived was restored to youthful vigor and helped to bury the dead, which were mostly bones, as the animals and birds had feasted on the corpses. For the better part of a year we were still finding bodies and disposing of the bones. Because of one part of the message that had been delivered to everyone worldwide, all of those that had experienced within themselves what is termed The Chosen, although there were about one hundred thousand of mankind lifted up in those ships, there were about 144,000 that came back to Earth that day. Those that had been selected of mankind then living, and also those that had been selected in times past, and had died, but were now brought back to life.
Many Bible researchers had tried, down through the centuries, to understand this Calling and Election of the 144,000 spoken of in Revelations and throughout the Bible. It was true, many were Called over the eons since mankind's creation, but this Calling was for a special purpose, and the 144,000 were only the "first fruits" of that "harvest" of mankind. These were the first ripe berries of the season, the harvest was yet to come. Many millions had felt this Calling upon their hearts just before the ships had arrived, many were given special dreams and visions, but few were chosen. At least at that time. Many billions of mankind will become Selected, or Chosen, to become greatly responsible in helping assure justice in the universe. Yes, mankind's creation was for a reason, it had purpose, and those that had questioned the wisdom of our creation were stilled for the next thousand years. We were about to start taking our place amongst the heavens. If all of mankind, that had ever lived, were alive to go out amongst the stars today, there would be a few galaxies per person.
This action established the governing authority that all the universe is answerable to, now upon the Earth.
The primary goal after Disclosure Day was to keep the communications up and working, which was accomplished by special satellites placed in orbit that took over the network of cell towers all over the world. Electricity was kept on by the placement of "white spheres" at specific power grid locations, which supplied the necessary power to the grid where needed. Water service, and other needed services, were kept running by similar methods of supplied advanced technologies on our behalf, by the HNJ. Countless people were healed of wounds suffered in the riots and conflicts that ensued. The choice was everyone's to make, accept the turn of events and learn to deal with it, or not. Many of the riots and confrontations were caused by the bad Aliens and once these instigators were imprisoned, most of that stopped. No nuclear explosions ever went off, bullets were sent back to their source, every weapon that was used against the ships were reflected back to their sources. It staggered the imagination.
Besides the ships of the Ambassadors, there were hundreds of thousands of smaller ships, seeking out the bad Aliens that were hiding amongst mankind. After the initial discovery, and subsequent imprisonment of the bad Aliens, the occupants of those ships turned their attention to helping the survivors of mankind. In less than a week, all survivors of mankind had been personally contacted, given All Cards in place of communications devices and computers, and were then instructed to gather together in areas where services had been restored. With everyone now being youthful and vigorous, walking, and even running, was done with ease. Within a week, almost everyone was well informed of what had happened all over the Earth. When the hostilities started against the Ambassadors, everyone was told to stay indoors, or seek shelter as quickly as possible. Those that didn't, became caught up in mob actions that sprang up everywhere. Obviously, much of mankind was not inclined to want to live under a governance that provided true justice. In a legalistic system, there were laws about everything, but no true justice and restitution. That old system, and the sham of democracy, were ousted forever, replaced with a basic Good Neighbor Policy, a simple 10 Rule Code to follow.
Gale and I had taken turns monitoring and advising local authorities and populations in the area of the Pacific Northwest. Using the holographic-like projection devices and sensors, we were able to discuss and inform everyone of why this was taking place, virtually in person, with all the groups that had started to gather after the first few days of deadly uprisings that had taken place. It was a time of great confusion and panic, even amongst the ones that were somewhat aware of Aliens and UFOs, and the Bible thumping, praise the Lord, church going Christians, that didn't have a clue as to the truth in that book, really went nuts. Their imaginative religious and so-called spiritual beliefs, of many things, were suddenly smack in their face's in hard core physical reality. Yes, it would take time for the survivors to adjust, to accept and move on. Many had lost acquaintances, friends and relatives, some of which would be brought back to life. Many that had died would not be brought back to life, because they would not change their ways and be good neighbors, and nobody wanted them back as their neighbor. Nobody wanted to take the responsibility for that person, sponsor them as a neighbor or friend. That was the simple stipulation for the beginning of the resurrections of people that had died, upon being brought back to life.
My musings on the past were rent asunder with Mr. Bruce loudly asking, "Is this all there is to Mizar?!", and with that, I asked the boat to display on the port screen a map of the Mizar solar system. As we looked at the image on our port side, displayed on the sphere that surrounded the boat, it showed some barren lifeless worlds. Some had atmospheres, but would not be suitable for mankind to breathe. None were similar to Earth, and there were no stellar beacons indicating sentient intelligent life anywhere in the system. "Okay, so which way is home?" Bruce asked and looked out at the stars. Rock automatically responded and indicated a distant star with neon blue pulsing rings around it. "Go'ear", I said, "would you please get Rock back to Puget Sound?" We then went below to the bar and filled our glasses with iced drinks, strong ones, and of course, filled our pipes. It was a social thing with Mark, Bruce, I and others, smoking pot. Sure, there were times that we all had refrained from getting high, now and then, over the years, sometimes for years, but now was not that time for any of us. Life was good and getting better by the day.
The Present Day.
There were those that waited patiently for what they knew was to come. Many had reasoned out what the Bible was really all about, most did not. There was a cap on this kind of information being talked about on the web, compartmentalized. Many had made the connection between the Bible and Aliens, but few ever got to see the information and evidence about the Sol System War, and very few ever made the connection that these demons, the fallen angles of the Bible, were actual physical beings. Make those connections and the rest would be history with just the waiting to be done. I am also sure that the Elijah-like messenger, and or the Two Witnesses wrote about in Revelations, will do their jobs, but I wouldn't expect to see any of that on the 6:00 o'clock news. Rest assured, as we do, the powers that be on Earth know more than we do, or at least as much as we do. Now you do, and can reason on it for yourselves.
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Addendum
Hell, Heaven, and the Resurrection.
While many people had an, somewhat fanciful and imaginative, idea about what hell and heaven may be like, most had never thought about "resurrection". Just about everyone had some notion that when you died, you either went to heaven. or you went to hell, but that left out the resurrection. Just what was the condition of dead people? Were they suddenly transformed into "spiritual" bodies, on a different "plane" or "dimension", of existence? Many religious concepts had been offered in attempts to explain what happened when you died. Most of those ideas had come from the bad Aliens amongst us, still trying to deceive us right up to the end when Disclosure Day would happen.
We are physical beings, as I have said before, without the body we are nothing. You may have all your data, and programs that tell your computer how to interpret the data saved to disc, but with out a computer (body), it is nothing. With modern technology we can now comprehend just what it would take to bring back someone that had died. We would have to have saved every memory and emotion of that persons life. While we can't yet do that, we can understand the idea and it's implications. Mankind can now "clone", or duplicate, many forms of life, and have done so. We can not restore the memories and emotions, yet, but what if someone else could, and would do just that for mankind? While we may not have that technology, aparently those that dictated the Documents message, what we call the Bible, do have it.
Researching that Document, and many other ancient writings, tales, legends, myths, and so on, gave rise to the truth that they all were based on events that were caused by beings that had far superior technologies than we could understand at the time. This is not the case today. Many in the top fields of research and study in the sciences know about the Bible/UFO/Alien connection, many more are fast becoming aware of it. The simple truth about hell, heaven, and the resurrection aspect of the Bible's simple message stands in stark contrast of what the so called religions and spiritualists teach about them. They also deceptively teach reincarnation to the masses, instead of resurrection. It is true that many have led past lives, and have the technology to do so, but they would not be human. Mankind does not have that technology.
Hell.
The place of the dead? Yes. With out the body one could not feel the torments of the religious hell. A person would cease to have any input of life going on around them with out that information. Not able to dream without the memories and emotions which have now devolved back into the dust of the earth, it's capacity to store that information gone. Asleep, without dreams or thoughts.
Heaven
The heavens above are everything you can see over your head. If that ain't enough real-estate for you, tuff shit. With everlasting, youthful, vigor and vitality, like how long do you want to live kind of idea, what would you want to do? What ever you want, just as long as you are a good neighbor. It's up to you, make it happen.
Resurrection
We just went over that in the paragraphs above, so it's pretty well covered. Here are just a few more thoughts about it. You wake up with the last thoughts you had as you died. If, someone clones your body and restores your memories and emotions.
It's all quite simple to understand, once you become technologically advanced. The decision to accept what is coming is up to each and everyone of you that reads this. The true message from the Aliens has been in our hands for at least two thousand years.
Great read mate -inspiring.
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